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his movement, putting one hand over her heart.
     
    “You startled the life right out of me, Mister Evan.”
     
    Marta?” Evan scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to shed the last vestiges of sleep. “What time is it?”
     
    “It’s a little after ten, sir. Your, uh, guest? There seems to be something wrong with him.”
     
    “Oh, God. Marta, that’s Jeremy, my new personal slave. He was injured when I bought him and had to have some medical treatment yesterday. Is he in pain?”
     
    “Looks to me like he has a whoppin ’ high fever.”
     
    E van got up, pulling a robe on and sped to Jeremy’s room.   Jeremy made little sounds, almost like whimpers when Evan called his name. Dropping to his knees by the bed, Evan felt Jeremy’s face and alarm zipped thr ough him. Jeremy’s skin burned. “Jeremy? Jeremy? Can you wake up for me?” Jeremy’s eyelids flickered and he stared at Evan glassy-eyed.
     
    “Hurts.
     
    “I know.” Evan stood up and got some water for Jeremy. Holding the glass so that Jeremy could reach the straw, he cupped     Jeremy’s head in the palm of his hand, supporting him while      Jeremy drank deeply .
     
    “Evan?”
     
    “What?” Evan had almost called him “sweetheart.”
     
    “Am I going to die?”
     
    “No! I know you feel like shit right now, but I’m going to get you something to eat and then some painkillers. I’ll call a, uh, vet I know to come take a look at you. I would bet you’ve got an infection where you were hurt . H ere,” Evan fumbled with the bottle of antibiotics. “ Take one of these. You can’t have any pain meds until you eat, though. Can you eat for me?”
     
    Jeremy tried to smile. “Not hungry, but I’ll try.”
     
    E van patted him. “I’ll be right back.”
     
    He called for Marta as soon as he was in the hallway.
     
    “Yes, sir?”
     
    “Can you make a couple of scrambled eggs and some toast? I need to try to find a vet that makes house calls.”
     
    Marta stared at him and then smiled. “Of course, sir. These are for the slave?”
     
    “Yes. You don’t mind that, do you?”
     
    Marta laughed. “No, sir.” She continued to smile at him.
     
    “What is it?” Evan scrolled through his contact list . He seemed to remember that one of his accountants had a spouse who was a vet. Yes. Alexa’s husband, Tom . He was a vet. His finger poised over the call button he looked up at Marta waiting for an answer.
     
    “It’s just good to see that you’re back, Mr. Evan.” She turned and headed for the kitchen, smiling to herself at Evan’s questioning look.
     
    Evan wondered what Marta might have meant, but put that to one sid e when Alexa answered the phone
     
    Alexa? This is Evan James…is this a bad time?” "
     
    " Mr. James? Did you change your mind about firing me?"
     
    “Firing you? Did I fire you? I’m sorry…why would I do that?"
     
    A long silence ensued. “Uh, I was ten minutes late with a report    that you wanted.”
     
      “Damn. Alexa, I’m really sorry. I don’t even remember that. Sometimes I just get lost in a deal and I ’m not aware of anything I do or say that isn’t directly related to it. I’m sorry. Do you want your job back? When did this happen? I’ll call Human Resources for you and put you back on the payroll, unless you’ve already got another job you like better?”
     
    “I heard you’re on suspension. Can you still get my job back? ‘Cause if you could, that would be really great.”
     
        “ The suspension is technical. I can get your job back. Wow, this is awkward. I called you for a favor.”
     
    “Hmmm. What kind of favor?”
     
    “Am I remembering right? Your husband is a vet, isn’t he?”
     
    “Tom. Yeah . A damn good vet. Specializes in personal slaves.”
     
    “That’s what I thought I remembered. I need his services.”
     
    “I thought your family didn’t own slaves.”
     
      “We don’t ordinarily. It’s a long story. I have a